Oh, the joys of motherhood

I left the boys to their breakfast this morning and ran to take a quick shower. After showering and throwing some clothes on, I walked into the living room in time to see a naked M, he had been fully clothed when I left him, running towards me yelling, "I need go poo-poo on potty! I need go poo-poo on potty!" To which I, of course, said, "Go ahead." Then I started thinking...a little late, I know. M has never asked nor attempted to go #2 on the toilet and the living room is starting to smell a bit ripe. I screamed...yes, I really screamed. "M! Where's your diaper?" No answer.

I ran to the living room and saw p.j.'s and diaper on the floor. Nothing was in the diaper. Phew!!! I thought to myself, "We just dodged a gross one here." I proceeded to pick up the used diaper and throw it out. As I came back into the house, I saw the horror and was too late to stop it in its tracks. My sweet little boy. My youngest and most helpless was poking his fingers into a "log"...yes, you know what to what I am referring. I screamed, "NO!!!! B, stop it! Don't touch!" The poor baby startled and started crying. I quickly picked B up and scrubbed his hands until the skin was probably about to come off. Nastiness. Of course, I then had to clean up the "log". I probably would have started yelling at M at that point, but I guess I started to see the humor. At least it would have been really funny had it happened to someone else...